Hello.

It is no wonder that people rarely leave home for good. I myself have come and gone throughout the years. There have been moments where I have entertained the idea of living where I grew up but mostly I’ve always felt that pull to leave, no matter how many times I have returned.

Something you may not know about me is that when I was 21 years old, I was admitted into the ICU for pulmonary embolisms. They started as DVT’s (deep vein thrombosis— or blood clots) in my right leg and because of that it left some of my veins permanently damaged. Back when I was experiencing this…

In exactly 50 days, I will leave home. My safe space. My comfort. All that is familiar to me. I will take a flight from Cleveland, Ohio to Honolulu, Hawaii. I’ll pack things I think I can’t part with, only to discard them later. I’ll leave things behind…